Inspired by the minimalistic art of Lawren Harris. Canadian landscape painter and member of the Group of Seven. A cool and limited colour palate of white, blue and black. To reduce the details I motion blurred the water. February days in this part of Ontario are often very cold, but filled wiith clear blue sky above and sculpted snow that sparkles and crunches underfoot. Sometimes it's like we are living in a Lawren Harris painting.

The air temperature has hung at -30 degrees C for several days now which has the great Lake Ontario steaming. This summertime gazebo in Port Credit stands empty. A lone witness to the beautiful weather phenomenom unfolding at dawn.

You know it's really cold out when the great lake - Lake Ontario - is steaming in the arctic air. The temperature outside on this sunrise shoot was -35C. But the way the fog rolled across the still water was so beautiful that I forgot I was cold - for a moment anyway.

A late autumn hike along Spencer Creek towards Websters Falls and most of the leaves are down and brown. But if you let your eyes wander along the creek to the bend you will see just a little shot of tenacious fall colour that pops agains the evergreens behind.

Summer weekends in cottage country are precious. The good weather season is short. A full day of rain on a Saturday can be very disappointing... but sometimes Mother Nature makes up for it by sending a spectacular sunset.

There is a rock beach nearby on the shore of Lake Ontario that often in the spring is strewn with the debris of a winter's worth of storms. Most of it is man made garbage, but occasionally there are more sculptural pieces from the natural world.

I came across this willow tree last week. I imagined it's story to be one of great resilience. For whatever reason it is stretched precariously out beyond the safety of solid ground. With roots lashed to the shifting and rocky shoreline it seems to be "daring greatly."

There are times when the best view is a small one right in front of you. To be "in the weeds" usually is a bad thing but not so in this case. The subtle gradation of colour reflected in the water, the gentle ripple of a wave highlighted by the sunrise and a silhouetted sprinkling of water weeds.

It’s early winter here and we’ve had enough days for ice to start forming along the shorline. On this particular morning the wind and the waves were building causing large pancakes of ice to break loose and begin a mesmorizing dance to and fro. As the sun began to rise the storm clouds on the horizon lit up with incredible colour.